Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 370 Review Re-started

The next day, the long-lost sun once again hung over Hogwarts Castle.

The golden sunlight shines into the castle, dispelling the annoying coldness of Hogwarts in winter.

It seemed that because of the weather, everyone was in a very good mood. When Mike got up and went out to prepare for class, he found that almost every classmate coming and going had a smile on their face, as if they had not remembered what happened yesterday.

However, when he and a group of Ravenclaws came to the Transfiguration classroom to prepare for class, they found a disgusting pink figure writing something at a desk in a corner of the classroom.

"Why is she here?"

Franklin asked quietly.

Just as he dared to say this, Umbridge, who was wearing a pink woolen coat in the corner, suddenly raised her head as if she had heard him, and grinned silently in the direction of Mike and Franklin.

Franklin's face showed a look of horror and he quickly lowered his head, while Mike looked at Umbridge coldly.

“Tap, tap, tap!”

With the crisp sound of high heels stepping on the stone floor, Professor McGonagall walked quickly into the classroom, and the clock on the wall just pointed to eight o'clock - class started.

Seeing this, everyone hurriedly sat down, but many people noticed that Umbridge, who was sitting in the back, showed no signs of leaving.

On the contrary, when she saw Professor McGonagall appear, she sat up straighter.

"Okay," Professor McGonagall put a large box on the table. From her expression, she seemed not to have noticed Umbridge's presence at all. "Anderson, come and pass out this box of mice - don't look so scared anymore. This is not the first time you have used mice to experiment with the Vanishing Charm!"

Upon hearing this, the Hufflepuff boy named Anderson hurried forward to take the still shaking box. Just as he was about to pass it out as instructed, he heard a loud cough coming from the back of the classroom.

"Cough! Cough!"

Umbridge's cough echoed clearly in the classroom. Everyone turned around to look at her, but Professor McGonagall on the podium still seemed not to hear and asked people to distribute the mice. At the same time, she ordered:

"The content of our class is still to cast the Vanishing Charm on mice. I know that many of our classmates are already able to use the Vanishing Charm perfectly to make mice disappear, but there are many students who have not mastered it thoroughly, so we must..."

"Cough! Cough!"

Umbridge coughed again. This time, Professor McGonagall seemed to feel that she could no longer ignore it. She frowned and looked at Umbridge, and asked:

"what happened?"

"Professor, I just wanted to know if you received my note stating that I was coming to check on you today and--"

"I obviously got it, otherwise I would have asked you what you were doing in my classroom." Professor McGonagall was obviously unwilling to talk to Umbridge too much. After she finished speaking, she immediately turned her head and looked at everyone again, "As I said just now, today I want to continue--"

"Cough! Cough!"

The coughing sounded for the third time, and this time many people in the classroom showed expressions of watching a good show.

Professor McGonagall is not a popular professor. Her strict teaching methods and rigid personality make many people dislike her very much.

So after Trelawney was expelled yesterday, many students present hoped that Professor McGonagall would have a major conflict with Umbridge.

This is not to say that the students hope that Professor McGonagall will be expelled from Hogwarts like Trelawney, they just want to see Professor McGonagall make a fool of herself.

Things soon developed in the direction many people imagined. Professor McGonagall, whose class was interrupted again and again, seemed really angry. She said to Umbridge in a chilling tone:
"I don't understand. How can you understand my normal teaching method if you keep interrupting me? You know, I don't allow others to talk half the time when I'm talking!"

Umbridge's face quickly turned red, perhaps because of anger, or perhaps because of annoyance, but there was no doubt that she looked very funny now, because many people in the classroom laughed out loud.

And that made Umbridge's face turn even redder.

However, she did not say anything, nor did she lose her temper. Instead, she glared at Mag fiercely, and then began to write in the notebook she carried with her in anger.

Many people in the classroom showed disappointment. Everyone hoped to see Umbridge get angry at Professor McGonagall so that she would be embarrassed.

However, Umbridge's performance was truly disappointing.

Professor McGonagall on the podium still looked indifferent. She shook the lesson plan in her hand, raised her head and continued her lecture.

During the rest of the class, Umbridge did not disturb Professor McGonagall again. She just kept writing something in her notebook until the get out of class was over, when she stood up and left the classroom.

Judging from her scary and stern face when she left, what she had just written in the notebook must not have been anything nice.

"Why is she conducting an investigation again?" Franklin asked in confusion. "I remember that she hasn't conducted such a boring investigation on other professors since we did that to her that day."

Putting away the book, Mike answered as he walked towards the classroom for the next class:
"Why else? Of course, what happened yesterday gave her confidence back."

"Then... should we?" Franklin whispered, his voice getting lower and lower, while raising his right hand and wiping his throat, "Click!"

"She's still useful, and Dumbledore is coming back, so we have to keep a low profile during this time, understand?"

After explaining to Franklin with an expressionless face, Mike walked out of the classroom without looking back.

……

Their next class was Potions with Gryffindor, which was quite rare since Gryffindor usually took Potions with Slytherin.

It is said that this schedule was set by Dumbledore himself, in order to allow Gryffindor and Slytherin to have more contact and improve their relationship.

Unfortunately, judging from the current situation, this method has not only failed to play a practical role, but has made the relationship between the other two colleges worse.

The Potions class is located in a large basement in Hogwarts Castle. Because it is a basement, the temperature here is very cold, almost no different from the outdoors.

So the students who went to class either wore thick cloaks or cast thermal spells on themselves to keep warm.

To be honest, Mike has some understanding of the structure of ancient castles like Hogwarts. The basements in such ancient castles are generally used as cells and vegetable cellars. That is, they are used to lock up prisoners when there are prisoners, and to store vegetables and fruits in spring and summer when there are no prisoners.

Every time Mike thought about a serious person like Professor Snape teaching them in a big vegetable cellar, he couldn't help laughing.

But this time he couldn't laugh, because when he and Franklin and others rushed to the Potions classroom, they were surprised to find that Umbridge appeared in the corner of the classroom again.

"What on earth does she want to do?!"

Franklin screamed, but this time no one paid any attention to him, because Snape had already arrived. He swung his black cloak and strode towards the podium. His cloak was blown by the wind he brought, which made him look like a giant bat.

A smile spread across Umbridge's face and she nodded at Professor Snape, but the latter, like Professor McGonagall before him, completely ignored her.

"Oh!"

Professor Snape walked to the podium and waved his hand, and the door of the classroom closed. The loud noise caused by the closing of the door scared Neville, but most people didn't take it seriously.

Because Snape did this every time he started a class, the loud noise sounded like a school bell to them.

"You will find," said Snape in his low, sarcastic tone, "that we have a visitor today."

He pointed at Umbridge, who stood up and nodded to everyone, as if she had not heard the sarcasm in Snape's words, before sitting down again.

The sharp-eyed Mike noticed that many Gryffindors nearby were extremely excited at the moment, especially Harry and Ron. The smiles on the faces of these two guys had never disappeared since they discovered Umbridge appeared here.

"Today we will continue to prepare the enhancer. You will see the mixture left over from the last class. If you prepare it correctly, it should be ready by the weekend. The instructions -" Snape raised his wand again, "- are on the blackboard. Let's get started!"

After he finished speaking, bottles of turbid liquid and a bunch of strange-shaped potion materials appeared in front of everyone in the classroom. Everyone started to operate according to the contents on the blackboard, while Snape, holding his wand, kept patrolling around everyone.

At this time you can find that Harry is the student he cares about the most, because he is almost always walking back and forth beside Harry, and whenever there is a problem in Harry's medicine preparation process, he will open his big mouth and spit the most vicious words at Harry.

If you observe carefully, you can find that every time Snape scolds Harry, there is a smile in his eyes, as if ridiculing Harry is something that makes him happy.

Unfortunately, Snape's happy time was about to end. Umbridge, who was sitting at the back of the classroom, came to Snape after a moment of silence and said in a relaxed tone:
"Oh, Professor Snape is indeed worthy of his name. He can even teach advanced potions like enhancers!"

Snape did not answer, but slowly straightened up and turned to look at Umbridge.

The smile in his eyes was fading rapidly, replaced by an extreme emptiness, like a dead lake, which was disturbing.

Mike's eyes shrank suddenly. As someone who was also proficient in Occlumency, he was very familiar with Snape's reaction at that moment - that was a sign of deep-level Occlumency!
"Now…how long have you been teaching at Hogwarts?"

Umbridge asked, as her quill, which she had left lying there, floated up, ready to record.

"Fourteen years~"

Snape spoke very slowly and in a deliberately drawn-out tone, which made him look as if he was deliberately teasing Umbridge.

But Snape's words did not contain the obvious sarcasm as usual. Instead, they were very empty, just like his expressionless face and cold and ruthless eyes.

"You actually applied for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor position first, right?"

"Yes~"

“But you didn’t get the application?”

"Obvious and easy to see"

Franklin beside Mike burst out laughing, and Umbridge and Snape not far away turned their heads to look at him.

"Ahem! Sorry!"

Franklin hurriedly apologized, and Snape and Umbridge looked at each other again.

"You have applied to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts several times since you entered the school, correct?"

"Yes~"

"Do you know why Dumbledore repeatedly refused to use you?"

“I suggest you ask him.”

"I will."

Umbridge had a slight smile on her face, and the quill she had left there continued to write.

She returned to her seat, put away her feather pen, turned around and left the classroom.

As she left, a hint of anger immediately appeared in Snape's originally empty and cold eyes. He turned and walked towards the podium, saying in a cold voice:
"Twenty points deducted from Ravenclaw! Also, Franklin, you have to write me an essay on the correct preparation of this potion and hand it in next class!"

Franklin made a face behind him but did not resist.

It was not until after class that Franklin's emotions exploded. He held his head and said painfully:

"He's taking revenge! Revenge for me mocking his poor performance in front of Umbridge!"

Franklin's voice was so loud that many Gryffindor students heard it.

"You couldn't help it!" Harry said proudly, "Ron and I laughed too, but we covered our mouths with our hands so we didn't laugh out loud!"

"Damn it! I'm going to report you!"

Franklin spoke viciously, but his words were not threatening at all, and everyone laughed when they heard it.

"Don't you think something is wrong?" Hermione frowned, "Why did Umbridge come to interrogate Snape? Shouldn't they be in the same group?"

Mike's eyebrows twitched when he heard this, and he smiled and said, "Maybe I know!"

All the curious eyes were instantly focused on Mike.

Seeing this, the smile on Mike's face became even weirder. He pulled Harry and the others closer and said in a low voice after they had completely formed a circle:
"You probably don't know, but Umbridge and Snape actually went to school together at Hogwarts, and they were both in Slytherin House."

"Oh!" Harry said, as if suddenly realizing something. "So you're saying they have a grudge against each other!"

"No, it's not that simple!" Mike's smile became even weirder, and his voice became smaller. "I heard that Umbridge once pursued Snape when she was in school, but unfortunately... hehehe!"

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other, shock written all over their faces, but after they reacted, they all laughed the same weird "hehehe" as Mike!

(End of this chapter)